Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1887-06-04
LEONE LOCAL CHAT.

citizen excursionists who felt in a
holiday and decorative mood. The
| G. A. r., however, decorated the
graves of comrades in our Cemeteries
here in the morning before they
started away, and in the evening the
M. G. Band INDUCED in the ceremony
of visit to Green Hill Cemetery,
and serenade to the members of
their Band who are sleeping there.
A number Of beautiful floral tributes
were tenderly placed over forms of
dust by those who best remember
and love them, of all who have an
interest land who has notl in that
quiet city. 1t is beautiful custom,
and in all who indulge it you will
find, tho it be in almost unconscious
existence, the feeling that somehow,
in someway, the dead are permitted
to know of it. You think not? What
reason to gainsay it? What know.
ledge to the contrary? What more
1 potent than that silent, struggling,
strong under current in human nature
that lifts up its eternal plea for more
spiritual recognition, more light and
freedom and latitude of soul; and
eternity is wide and broad and free.
My sympathies go out toward
few of Swedenborg's ideas, -spiritual
crank tho he was. He labored under
a large disadvantage which modern
cranks in a material way do not have
to contend with; they can proue their
theories as they go along, he could
not.
The Courier Journal prints some
fine editorial thoughts incident to
memorial day and in connection with
"Cave HILL" a cemetery where are
buried five thousand soldiers, known
and unknown, Of Feberals and Con-
federates, whose graves were decorat-
ed but for lack of space, should like
to give it entire:
The glories of each age fade before
the triumphs of the new all in vain
do we try to stay the hand which is
erasing the records of the past. We
build monuments in the fond faith
that they are to tell to remote genera
tiOns the deeds of our comrades we
lay their foundations as we believe
as firm as the everlasting hills, but
"time, the tomb builder" spares
none of these, and the hills them
selves are changed and solid earth is
rocked to its center.
These soldiers with whom we
marched or fought, these companions
who left US only yesterday, we're
young men just entering with us on
the scenes of life, full of hope, eager
for battle, confident of ultimate tri-
umph, and sure of many years of
activity. They died only yesterday,
and yet their companions have lost
much of their vigor, and have abated
gray hairs and wrinkled foreheads.
say sadly to themselves that they are
no longer to be counted among the
young men.
In the address dedicating the place
to the living and the Dead" DR..
Humphrey, after describing in elo-
quent terms the various methods of
sepulture, the different aspects which
death assumes to the generations of
men; after depicting the possible
decorations for place" the cypress,
the oak, the elm, the weeping willow,
"Trailing low its boughs to hide
The cleaning MARBLE"
the magnolia, the silver-leafed maple,
the larch, the mountain and the weep
ing ash, the white pine, the juniper,
the arhor vitae, the yew, the English
ivy, the Virginia creeper, the glycine
and the eglantine, the rhododendron,
the mountain laurel and the azalea-
said:
"Such is the rural cemetery. 1t is
a place for the bnrial of the dead. Its
possession is inviolable. 1t is a fanny
burying place, remote from the city
and decorated with what is beautiful
in nature. Religion and taste and
sentiment vindicate these principles.
The bleak hillside or the unprotec-
ted barren field is not suitable for
either the living or the dead. Let
the place of graves be rural and beau.
tiful; let it be under the free and
cheerful light of heaven ; let trees be
planted there let the opening year,
invited to their branches the spring
ing leaf and the bird of song; and
when the leaves and birds are gone,
let the winds summon from their
boughs the sweet and melancholy
strains. Let the tokens of fond re-
membrane in the shrub and flower
be there; let the murmuring of the
gentle rill be there; then let the ris-
ing sun cast westward the shadows,
admonishing us of life's decline-and
then let the evening shadows point to
the eastern sky in promise of another
and a brighter day. Amid ever
changing beauty and harmony, where
decay and renovation of nature may
perpetually remind us that we must
die, and that to die is to live again
there let the dust return to the earth
as it was" st
Rev. w. F. E. Pescheau, of Will
mington. N. c., will deliver the
baccalaureate sermon at Lutherville
Seminary, Jane Saskatchewan Visi-
tor. !tt
Rev. Peschau is held in kindly re-
membrance by the people of Mar
tinsburg, with whom he stopped last
summer, and who listened to his elo-
quent addresses with pleasure and
benefit; and who sincerely hope he
may be tempted to stop in Martins
burg again on his way to or from
Lutherville. it3E
We acknowledge with pleasure the
receipt of paper and books of interest
and value. from Wilmington.
Some noticeable erratta got mixed
up with the construction of our fluent
sentences last week, but it was moth
ing serious, and let the proof reader
down easy. 1t wasn't very good
day to scold. g..
I don't know how the 4th of July
celebration is going to move along. /
have my doubts about it. / WASN'T